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Deer Season

Last Friday night was our annual opening-day-of-rifle-season-eve-party. We invite my brother-in-laws, family, neighbors, friends, etc. over for good food, a bonfire, and an all-around good time.

I would have to say that, although I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself a “wild game” kind of girl, the food this year was the best so far. And doesn’t it make sense to eat creatures that have been hunted when you’re celebrating the eve of rifle season?

(I’m…celebrating… the eve of rifle season… by association. That thought just occurred to me.)

Anyway, Aaron brought duck.

And he created these delicious “duck poppers.” (My moniker for them.) He marinated the duck for half the afternoon in some mystery concoction and that evening, he layed out a slice of bacon. Added a sliver of duck on top of the bacon. Put a small chunk of jalapeno in there and a dab of cream cheese and rolled it all up. Stick a toothpick in it and repeat.

After all of them were rolled up, he grilled them until the duck was done.

He had me at cream cheese. And, oh my word, I could not stop eating them.

Roger, my brother-in-law, brought deer steaks.

This blog would like to apologize for the quality of this photo and the ones above it. Breauna gets near food and loses all control of her normal ability to stop shaking.

He marinated/wrapped those in bacon, too. We like to wrap wild game in domestic livestock ‘cuz we’re WILD and CRAZY like that!!

I made Texas Caviar and Tanna made some beans and cornbread. After feasting on all of that, we sat around the campfire and roasted marshmallows, made s’mores, and visited. It was a great time!

The next day, it sounded like World War 3 around these parts. I don’t know how many of our neighbors were successful, but these 3 boys were.

And that’s Foster’s first deer! He was so excited. 🙂

Peanut’s “Good luck, Daddy! I love you!” worked.

Now, I take a very different approach to deer hunting.

And I don’t even have to try! How’s that, boys?

Unfortunately, my way of doing this is quite expensive.

And if I’m not an overachiever, I’m nothing. Because guess what? This is what your dear, sweet little car will look like when you hit not one, but TWO deer at the same time.

I cried all the way home.

After that, I got angry.

So, am I sorry that the deer population has been taking a hit lately? (Terrible pun…terrible.) No. Absolutely not.

Because now there’s at least 3 deer that won’t be running out in front of me on the highway during my peaceful country drive. Or eating the crops the farmer plants for our cattle.

Let them be warned right now… You never know when Breauna might be driving around in the fields.

You all have a great Thursday and a wonderful weekend!

Breauna

P.S. To all the deer hunters who have yet to get one, may you be successful before the season is over! Or you can just be like me and poach with your car.